Tyler stood alone in his dimly lit apartment, the weight of two masks in his hands.
In one hand, the cracked and scorched Bunnyman mask—symbol of hope.
In the other, the intimidating black mask of Deadknight—symbol of vengeance.
He stared at them, conflicted. "So here I am... stuck at a crossroads."
He remembered Leon's words from the hospital.
"The city doesn't need me. It needs Bunnyman."
After a pause, Tyler sighed. He walked to a metal locker, opened it, and slowly placed the Deadknight mask inside.
"It's time," he muttered. "Looks like I don't have a choice."
He turned to the wall where his gear hung. The Deadknight suit—sleek, durable, familiar. It wasn't Bunnyman's style, but it was built for survival.
He ran his hand across the reinforced armor and nodded.
"This... will do. With a few upgrades."
27 December – Devil's Side
The city basked in a cold but peaceful morning. Markets buzzed. Traffic moved steadily. For the first time in months, Devil's Side felt alive.
Then—whoosh!
A white figure sprinted across the rooftops.
Bunnyman—a new version—leapt from one building to another, agile and sharp. He fired a grappling hook from a wrist-mounted launcher, swinging across the street with ease. His landing was smooth, precise.
He grinned under the mask. "Perfect."
As he stood tall, several citizens below spotted him. Some pointed. Others clapped. A few even cheered.
"Bunnyman's back!" someone shouted.
The new Bunnyman paused. The admiration, the support—it was new. It was strange.
He'd always worked from the shadows as Deadknight, never once welcomed like this.
And for a brief moment, Tyler smiled beneath the mask.
But the moment didn't last.
Just then, a loud cracking sound tore through the street below. Ice exploded through the pavement as a chilling fog swept in. Pedestrians screamed and backed away.
A tall figure stood in the middle of the road, laughing with madness. His white coat fluttered in the wind. Pale blue skin. Frost clinging to his gloves.
The Cold.
"I'm back, baby!" he yelled, laughing as icy mist burst from his fists.
From the rooftop, Bunnyman narrowed his eyes. He didn't recognize him—but the moment he saw the frost erupt around him, his instincts kicked in.
Without hesitation, he jumped.
"Hey! Freeze freak!"
The Cold turned with a grin. "New suit, huh? Shame it won't last long."
Suddenly, sharp ice spikes shot out of the ground like spears. Bunnyman twisted in the air and used his grappling hook to dodge, flipping over a rooftop vent and landing hard.
"What the hell? That's not tech… that's something else."
The Cold stomped, sending a rocket punch made of compressed ice hurling toward him. It hit Bunnyman square in the chest, sending him flying across the rooftop and crashing into a water tank.
He groaned, pulling himself up.
"That power… it's not normal. Just like Mr. Crow. Another Gifted."
The Cold grinned wickedly. "You're not the first who's tried to stop me. But you'll be the first to freeze!"
Ice shards flew like bullets. Bunnyman launched his grappling hook again, zipping through alleyways and between buildings, narrowly avoiding the blasts.
The Cold growled. "Persistent little pest!"
But before Bunnyman could reach him, The Cold stomped again—this time forming a giant ice block beneath his feet. With a sudden ice-propelled jump, he launched into the air and vanished over the skyline.
Bunnyman landed on a rooftop, breathing heavily.
He looked out toward the horizon where the villain disappeared, heart still racing.
"The war's not over," he muttered. "There are more out there... more like him."
He clenched his fists.
"Bunnyman's work has just begun."